Song of Amergin

I am wind on sea
I am wave in storm
I am sea sound
and seven-horned stag
I am hawk on cliff
a drop of dew in the sun a fair flower
a boar for valour
I am salmon in pool lake on plain a hill with ditches a word of art that pours out rage the God who fashions fire in the head.
Who makes smooth the stony mountain?
Who announces the phases of the moon?
And who the place of the sun's descent?
Who calls the cows from the house of Tethra?
On whom do the cows of Tethra smile?
Who is the force, who is the god who shapes blades on a hill of sickness?
Spear wailing,
wailing in the wind.